Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

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Chapter 17 Zhang Chulan: This is an insult to scholarship! (First Update)

"Brother Liu, don't be so modest. You've saved me several times." Zhang Chulan said, indicating that with Zhou Fengliu around, he wasn't so embarrassed.

Otherwise, it would be so awkward to be alone under the same roof as Feng Baobao, a man and a woman...

He changed his mind quickly; as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a white expanse not far away.

"Holy crap..." Zhang Chulan blurted out a phrase from the national anthem in an instant. He quickly closed his eyes and shouted at Feng Baobao, "What are you doing?"

"Huh? What are you doing? It's too hot, I'm taking a shower." Feng Baobao had already taken off her sweatshirt, revealing her fair back.

Gee tut.

This back...

Zhou Fengliu also saw this glimpse of spring. He saw Feng Baobao's smooth back and felt it would be a waste not to use those two cupping jars on her back.

"I mean, what are you doing changing clothes here? There are two grown men here... how can you be so shameless?!"

"Huh?" Hearing Zhang Chulan's words, Feng Baobao scratched her head and turned to look at Zhang Chulan and Zhou Fengliu: "What? Want to go together?"

Wash together?

puff.

Zhang Chulan, a virgin, had never seen such a sight before. The moment the image flashed in his mind, blood gushed from his nose. He hurriedly stood up to find some tissues. As he passed Feng Baobao, he pointed at her body and, after a long pause, finally managed to utter four words:

"Shameless..."

As he spoke, he ran to wipe the blood from his nose.

Only Zhou Fengliu and Feng Baobao, who was half-exposed, remained on the field.

Feng Baobao looked blankly at Zhou Fengliu and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Faced with Feng Baobao's body, Zhou Fengliu, who had seen countless ups and downs, remained remarkably calm. He simply spoke in a very composed manner:

"He's a young boy, he's hot-tempered, it's normal for him to spit out a little blood."

"Oh..."

Feng Baobao nodded, then asked, "What is this 'shame' he's talking about?"

“It’s similar to shame,” Zhou Fengliu replied after a moment’s thought.

“Oh…I know it’s shameful. I think Xu San and Xu Si also said that doing this would be shameful…I’ll be more careful next time.” Feng Baobao seemed to have thought of something and said it, then walked towards the bathroom. Halfway there, she looked at Zhou Fengliu again.

"Want to come together?"

"No, no." Zhou Fengliu shook his head, indicating that they were all allies and should not speak.

"Hmm..." Feng Baobao closed the bathroom door, leaving Zhou Fengliu outside.

how to say?

Can Feng Baobao be considered a woman?

Judging from his appearance... perhaps.

But from a cognitive standpoint... they're more like brothers.

Although Feng Baobao has a great figure, Zhou Fengliu couldn't sense any feminine charm in her...

"Brother Liu, did that little vixen go in?"

Zhang Chulan then returned with a few tissues covering his nose. Seeing that the white figure had disappeared, he then spoke recklessly about Feng Baobao.

"Little vixen? Tsk tsk, aren't you afraid that Sister Bao'er will come out and cripple you later?"

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Zhang Chulan said it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

After a moment.

After taking a shower, Feng Baobao changed into some cool clothes and came out of the bathroom. This combination of a short vest and shorts made Zhang Chulan, who was circulating his qi, unable to control himself any longer.

"this..."

"puff--"

With a red parabola trail, Zhang Chulan coughed up blood from his nose again: "Tissue, tissue, tissue..." he said hurriedly as he went to get some tissues. As he passed by Feng Baobao's outfit, he hesitated for a long time before finally uttering four words.

"This is an insult to civility!"

Seeing Zhang Chulan hurriedly grab the paper, Feng Baobao was puzzled by the new idiom again. She looked at Zhou Fengliu and asked:

"What do you mean by being uncivilized?"

"Um... I guess he thinks your outfit is too revealing." At this moment, Zhou Fengliu also felt that Feng Baobao's outfit was too wild.

"Wearing this...it's so cool." Feng Baobao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It's fine for people of the same sex to dress like this, but it might be a bit inappropriate for people of the opposite sex to dress like this.

Of course.

Feng Baobao might also feel that Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan are similar to her, with no significant difference in gender.

After a while, Zhang Chulan returned after finishing his business. Feng Baobao was still wearing the same clothes, which made him deliberately avoid looking directly at her.

"I just discussed it with Xiao Zhou. You'll be learning Old Farmer's Kung Fu from me this morning, and from Xiao Zhou this afternoon..." Feng Baobao said, looking at Zhang Chulan.

"Okay, sure." Zhang Chulan nodded, but his deliberately avoided gaze made Feng Baobao feel very strange.

Why...why aren't you looking at me?

"I..." Zhang Chulan glanced at Feng Baobao and saw her very unusual shorts. A surge of uncontrollable passion made him feel uncomfortable.

"What do you think? Dressed like this... and you expect me to watch over you? Is there any justice in this world? Is there any law in this world?" He finished speaking and then hurriedly looked up.

"..."

"My problem?" Feng Baobao scratched her slightly itchy bottom, then nodded: "Okay, I know, I'll change in a bit. There's no air conditioning in this place...it's so hot."

As she spoke, she stood up and soon changed back into the slightly shorter shorts and short-sleeved shirt she had just worn.

"Is this okay?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Chulan wiped the blood from his nose, indicating that he was alright.

...

After a brief interlude, the pleasant training session began. Since Zhang Chulan had been training with Feng Baobao in the morning, Zhou Fengliu was quite relaxed. He quietly found a chair and started browsing the news. Before he had been browsing for long, he heard Feng Baobao kick Zhang Chulan from not far away.

"Your Qi... has gone astray."

Zhou Fengliu looked up when he heard the sound, and Zhang Chulan almost got kicked out of the door by Feng Baobao.

"How did you know?" Zhang Chulan asked, wincing in pain.

“How many times has this happened... your Qi always flows down unconsciously.” Feng Baobao found it very strange.

"How can you blame me? You were waving around in front of me..." Zhang Chulan said, implying that those long, white legs were just a test for him as a cadre.

"?"

"We're both here, so why didn't Xiao Zhou's Qi flow downwards like yours?" Feng Baobao felt the problem lay with Zhang Chulan.

"Then... can I be like Brother Liu? If I were Brother Liu, I would have already been killing everything in sight..."

Hearing that he had been called out, Zhou Fengliu raised an eyebrow slightly: "You two practice yourselves, don't drag me into it..."

After he finished speaking, he silently lowered his head and looked at his phone again, ignoring the two people.

Ding--

[Did you finish last night's food? Was it good?]

A message flashed across the notification bar, leaving Zhou Fengliu slightly puzzled.

This unfamiliar contact... and that tone... is it Xia He again?

Zhou Fengliu quickly realized what was happening.

Chapter 18 Training Plan? The bald guy thinks it's awesome! (Second Update)

Although Zhou Fengliu knew that the unfamiliar message was sent by Xia He, he still chose not to reply. As for the reason... there was no reason, he simply didn't want to reply.

Time passed quickly, and Zhang Chulan's morning training session ended as he kept scrolling through his phone to kill time.

how to say?

Although Feng Baobao's Old Farmer Skill is very powerful, Zhang Chulan's Qi circulation path always goes astray. This habit of unconsciously going astray makes his cultivation less than ideal.

The three of them went out for a quick lunch of "authentic" Lanzhou noodles, rested for a while, and then it was time for their afternoon special training.

"Brother Liu, is there anything I can do?" Zhang Chulan let out a burp and looked at Zhou Fengliu expectantly.

"Forehead..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengliu stroked his chin, glanced at Zhang Chulan, and then told him about the training plan he had come up with at noon: